Don’t judge me Betty Crocker people. I know it’s not a particularly nice thing to do, letting a 5th grader sweat over which kid won’t get to eat one. (Because he surely wasn’t going to give up his.) Do you know how I remedied this situation while preserving my good-mom status with my son and what little energy I had left?
I went out the next morning before my coffee had time to course through my veins and bought him cupcakes to take to class. This was an extra errand for me on a day when my to-do list had a to-do list, but I did it. That’s $30 bucks that could have been yours Betty Crocker, but instead it went to a local bakery who understands the needs of busy mothers like myself. This entire situation could be avoided in the future, were your company to take my request into consideration and up the output in your $1.99 boxes of pre-packaged birthday heaven. I’d be more than willing to pay $3.00 a box for the increase in ingredients, seeing as how I’d still be $27.00 ahead of the game.
Hope you Betty Crocker people rise to the occasion. If you could throw in some cupcake papers into your box, that would be icing on the cake. I’m always running out of cupcake papers.
Let Them Eat Cake,